Musings Grateful for Morning Day 10

I am grateful for morning

it arrives like clockwork

consistently bringing a new dawn.

Mourning… morning… mourning… morning

interesting that the two words are the same, save for one letter.

When one is mourning, one cannot escape the waves of tears.

Before the sun rises, they wash over without an invitation and the storm seems unyielding.

Then seasons change and healing begins

And morning is welcomed as the start of a new day.

The waves of mourning still break through, but depart faster than before.

And maybe there are seasons
And maybe they change
And maybe to love is not so strange

The sounds of the day
They hurry away
Now they are gone until tomorrow

When day will break
And you will wake
And you will rake your hands
Across your eyes
And realize

That it’s going to be a day
There is really no way to say no
To the morning

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Dan Fogelberg
To the Morning lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC